Every morning, for a year, on his way to training with Leeds United, John
Lukic would make a quick detour to a house in Mosborough, a well-heeled
suburb of Sheffield. His passenger, short, slender, with a mop of dark hair,
would scurry outside, jump in to his three-litre Ford Capri, and together
they would make the 45-minute journey north.

The goalkeeper would always drive. He deemed that the safest option. “I wasn’t
going to let an Argentinian drive over here,” he says with a laugh.
Conversation was somewhat limited. As Lukic recalls, they did not spend much
time discussing the